Tanuki
Horny typist
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- Apr 12, 2004
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Maria realized things were going horribly wrong when she felt a pressure on her anus. "No! I meant your ass, not mine!" she blurted. Then she arched her back, her entire body tensing as a thin tip was inserted deeply into her ass, her tightened muscles no impediment to the object.
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling a much larger object beginning to follow the small tip into her. It felt slick, and there was little pain, but despite all her experience with men, all her undercover missions in skimpy clothing, the sensation of having her ass penetrated was a new one, and Maria found it terribly uncomfortable. When the object finally reached full penetration, she found herself panting and straining against her bonds.
She heard that dreadful whirring sound again from behind her, and then the intruder began gently rocking, pulling out and reinserting itself, like some methodical mechanical lover. She saw a timer flash up on the screen and she groaned. As if the shame were not enough, the sphere pressed against her womanhood began to vibrate softly and deeply with each penetrating push of the shaft.
"S-stop that!" she choked, as she was forced to shudder with pleasure at each deep uncomfortable stroke. Her body's need to cum was quickly heightened by the unholy machine, and each buzz of the sphere against her seemed to bring her closer to climax. Maria bit down hard on her lip, to try to contain the moans that threatened to escape her lips with each deep stroke. Like hell if she was going to let them condition her body to enjoy being taken in the ass. Yet as the timer ticked down inexorably, her body betrayed her, rising close to crescendo every second, and forcing soft cries to slip past her tightly closed ruby lips.
"You bastards!" she groaned, shuddering with pleasure. She decided after enduring 30 seconds of this new torture, that she no longer cared, she'd set off the EMP bomb, consequences be damned. As she watched the timer tick down, Maria tried to will herself over the edge, tried to enjoy the strange concoction of pleasure and discomfort. She tried everything she could think of.
But it was no use, the timer reached zero, leaving her panting and unsatisfied yet again. She cursed herself for giving in, for playing their game, whatever it was. Maria told herself to be strong, but there, bound on all fours, at the mercy of some sick mind and his toys, she was finding herself ill equipped to resist. She'd endured capture before - it was a waiting game, endure while you watched for your enemy to make a mistake, ever so small. She prayed these machines had some human error built in for her to exploit.
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling a much larger object beginning to follow the small tip into her. It felt slick, and there was little pain, but despite all her experience with men, all her undercover missions in skimpy clothing, the sensation of having her ass penetrated was a new one, and Maria found it terribly uncomfortable. When the object finally reached full penetration, she found herself panting and straining against her bonds.
She heard that dreadful whirring sound again from behind her, and then the intruder began gently rocking, pulling out and reinserting itself, like some methodical mechanical lover. She saw a timer flash up on the screen and she groaned. As if the shame were not enough, the sphere pressed against her womanhood began to vibrate softly and deeply with each penetrating push of the shaft.
"S-stop that!" she choked, as she was forced to shudder with pleasure at each deep uncomfortable stroke. Her body's need to cum was quickly heightened by the unholy machine, and each buzz of the sphere against her seemed to bring her closer to climax. Maria bit down hard on her lip, to try to contain the moans that threatened to escape her lips with each deep stroke. Like hell if she was going to let them condition her body to enjoy being taken in the ass. Yet as the timer ticked down inexorably, her body betrayed her, rising close to crescendo every second, and forcing soft cries to slip past her tightly closed ruby lips.
"You bastards!" she groaned, shuddering with pleasure. She decided after enduring 30 seconds of this new torture, that she no longer cared, she'd set off the EMP bomb, consequences be damned. As she watched the timer tick down, Maria tried to will herself over the edge, tried to enjoy the strange concoction of pleasure and discomfort. She tried everything she could think of.
But it was no use, the timer reached zero, leaving her panting and unsatisfied yet again. She cursed herself for giving in, for playing their game, whatever it was. Maria told herself to be strong, but there, bound on all fours, at the mercy of some sick mind and his toys, she was finding herself ill equipped to resist. She'd endured capture before - it was a waiting game, endure while you watched for your enemy to make a mistake, ever so small. She prayed these machines had some human error built in for her to exploit.